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he groaned, reaching around to rub my clit with his fingers. I pushed back against him, moaning with every thrust. “Harder Tom. Fuck me deep like that.” My tits swung heavy under me, water dripping from my nipples. The steam made the air thick and hot. I felt another orgasm building slow, my legs shaking on the wet tiles.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

I thought that we were going to take our time, but it appeared that our passions had other ideas. “Daisy, your pussy is taking my cock. I can feel you massaging the length and the heat is just about the damnedest thing that I’ve ever felt.” He moved back, until the head was popping free, before burying himself in one long thrust. “Yes… Yes… Gabriel… Yes.” I was pushing on his ass to get maximum penetration and I was watching the sweat that he was now dripping down on to my own body. The cool drops gave me a moment of reprieve from the heat that was burning between us. “I love it and I’ve never met a man that is able to read my body signals like you do.”

“All of it.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall. My panties slid down next, damp with proof of how badly I wanted this. Damon was on me in a second, pulling me against his chest, his mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue slid deep, greedy, tasting me like he owned me. His hand squeezed my ass, fingers sliding between my thighs, groaning when he felt how soaked I was. “She’s dripping,” he muttered against my lips. Sterling moved behind me, his presence like a shadow. His hands gripped my hips, grounding me, his voice low in my ear. “On the desk.”

Although they cannot publicly pronounce their love for each other, they do so secretly for many months; ravaging each other in graphic tales of intense love making, their love reaffirmed with every thrust and grind of their sex in deep and passionate kissing. I cherished those moments seated on one of the benches at the garden, neck deep in my book, lightly squeezing on my dress as I grew excited reading through a steamy scene. Could I ever have love like the warrior and her shepherd boy? I wondered, the passion, the depth, the pain the sex so colourfully painted in words that my inner thighs shivered in anticipation.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

I want release so badly I could die for it, but they won’t let me. Sweat and oil coat my tongue, my hips jerk desperately between them and still they drag me through torment, through ecstasy, through the filthiest place I’ve ever been… and it’s perfect. Just then the man in my ass groans deep inside me, shaking as he spills over my back. Warm, sticky streams slide across my skin, sending a shiver straight to my core. My nipples tighten, my thighs tremble and a heat pools low in my belly that I can’t control. I feel him smear it with his fingers, dragging it over me.. and then he points it at my face.

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Steaming Temptation The water bubbled warmly around my body as I slipped into the neighbor’s hot tub at 1:15 AM, the steam rising into the cool night air. I knew I was trespassing, but after another fight with my boyfriend, I needed an escape. The backyard was dark except for the soft blue glow of the tub lights. I had seen Lucas using it many nights from my bedroom window, the tall, muscular single dad next door who always seemed to be working out or relaxing alone.